Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.